Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.